Half Of Me

Half of me is a ghost
A spiders thread wafting in the wind
I do not know who walked this Earth before my shadow
Who they were or what they did
I look into my hazelnut eyes but I don’t see them
You can’t look for something if you don’t know what it is
This half of me isn’t empty
It is gray, sometimes translucent
But always solid
It is not hollow for I am whole
But still I have to wonder
About the colors 
About the sounds
That make up half of my soul